Ode To NPR...
Robert Michael O’Hearn
Was listening to your station,
last Friday night, sucking up
free energy, because
the best things in life are
supposed to be free
Working nights bereft of human agitation
and trailing voices, even insipid ones
breeds a sort of ennui that even
the computer room violence of jawing
printers provide only limited relief
Heard your pleas for cash, because
like I said, I was bored,
too lazy to change the dial to WNIB
Heard you offer limited prizes
every hour arriving with newer,
improved phone-in challenges
Heard also tidbits of newsworthy items,
odd entertainment pieces thrown in
almost like afterthoughts
So here’s my $25.00...
to reconfirm my sensitivity quotient
To know that all’s well even
in the commercial world of radio
Public, Private and Newt-less.
